Arnold froze as he saw the face he had been picturing in his head for years.
‘It’s her, and I can’t bear missing her again. Never!’ he swore as he hurriedly made his way to this lady he didn’t want to miss.
Every step he took, as a man with long legs, covered a large amount of ground, so it wasn’t long before he was standing directly in front of the girl who was still joking with her buddy without moving an inch.
She raised her head and stared at the man she was destined to meet on this exact night, sensing his gaze on her.
Nomsa grinned inwardly as she remembered what Madam G had told her to do before leaving for the club earlier that night.
‘Oh my! What did Avita do to make this man look at me with such intensity? He can’t be in love, can he?’
To be honest, she thought everything was a joke. As a girl and a woman who disliked rich men who thrive on exploiting women, rich or poor, Nomsa despised this individual.
